[ the warning wouldn't have likely done much, considering he was once told 'jaybird or your trachea, choose, you can't have both' but here we are. still, hugs aren't worth losing arms over, and he'll be better about it later. he steps away a second later, heading for the door of the club with a jerk of his head. come on, homeslice, let's go find somewhere less full of creeper to talk. right now, roy's just relieved he's not in this place alone anymore, and of anyone who could come with, it's his best friend. who... has been here for a year. uh. ]

Almost a what? Man, you've got some questions to answer. [ which is roy saying later, when they're out of the cage match bar, and somewhere safe where jason doesn't feel like he needs to skulk around in an... off brand red hood. dude. let him make you the old one, this is weird. ]

Hey, I've only been up a few days. Woke up from surprise surgery and I'm still not convinced they didn't take a kidney while I was out. Look at this, look— [ roy tugs his hat off long runs a hand through his much shorter hair. not as short as it could be, more like a shaggy mop, but not nearly as long as it was, and he tugs his hat back on after with a disgruntled huff. ] How's Dickie? Dickies?

[ roy frowns, quirking a brow. that's another one of those questions you're going to need to answer, jason. ]